User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-1298206-20130321015219/@comment-3135907-20130326170913

Gruffle turns toward Tikus. "Thank the fates we survived that first attack. Pore Eglin, `twas my fault he was slain. I shoulda knowed Blagg Grindle hadn't given up when he left."

Banglo fires off an arrow, neatly cutting down a surfacing water rat. Wordlessly he notches another arrow to his shortbow and pulls back the bowstring for another shot. The water rat captain motions to several water rat archers who have until this point been hiding in the bushes that line the opposite streambank edge. They all pop up and let fly their arrows simultaneously. Banglo gives a strange gurgle and falls from the willow, pincushioned by a half dozen arrows, and hits the river below with a loud splash.